Pain fills her bofy
One final tear falls
Blades across her skin
Pills in her hand
Down her throat
Her body falls to the ground.
Her body hits the floor so hard.
Her mom runs upstairs.
Weeping, screaming
"Come back. I'm sorry I didn't listen."
Damaged.
Mom sees her body laying on the ground
Bleeding.
Pill bottle in her hand empty.
Blood stains on the carpet.
Eyes wide open.
Nothing, but pain.
Mom feels lost.
Her daughter's pain.
Her scars bleed out.
Mom finds the blades
Cuts herself;
And so it begins.
Her favorite flowers fill the room.
As people past the death bed;
Rid Morgue.
Her corpse body lying there.
Death fills the air.